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Aberham wrote:Mission Name: The Moglin ContractMission Rank: Amateur.Location: Hyrule fields.Description: A group of three Moglins are terrorizing travelers going out of castle town. Deal with the problem and bring back proof of kill. They are very hard to nail down, so you will have to track them first.Requirements: Bring back three Moglin ears.Player Count: 1Reward: 100k rupees and 75 xpWord Count: 1200Mission Boss: N/A

Revenge was a very sweet dish, and one of Aberhams favorites.

When Aberham was going threw piles and piles of possible contracts that he could take, and he saw a bounty for Moglins he immediately pushed the others to the side and examined it carefully. It was plain and simple, a company of traders and merchants wanted a Moglin problem dealed with on the outskirts of Castle town. They wanted three ears and where willing to pay his standard fee without much difficulty.

Aberham felt the side of is torso, he had been wounded pretty badly by a Moglin spear once. Long ago. For a long time whenever he exerted himself it throbbed like it was still inside him. But since then he had gotten a breathtaking amount of oversize fighting bandits, stallions, other mercenary escorts, and a pack of wolves. His body was stronger than it had even been and a small scar was the only reminded he had ever been hurt. That and the memory's of a surgeon prying it out with pliers.

He set out for the last reported attack. He found a caravan with it's wooden wheels broken. It was delivering a shipment of food to a village who had suffered poor crop harvests this year and where importing some food for the coming month. A large amount of it had been taken and the driver was crushed between the tree and the cart. It was likely the armed escort had managed to beat them all back into the forests and escaped.

He followed a trail of hastily eaten food and broken branches. They had taken a crate and dragged it off away from the caravan. This trail ended however, when he found an overturned crate with with rotting food pouring out of it. Following the trail from that point on was much more difficult. But he had had some practice recently and persevered.

Three hours later he began to wonder weather he even wanted vengeance, he was starving and if he had known he would have been this hungry he would have nicked something from the rotten crate. Wait a second, could he smell that crate!? He ran in the direction of the terrible scent and he realized that he had been going in circles for several hours. So much for being well practiced.

It was getting late, he killed something, roasted it over a fire and slept on the hard ground for the night. When he woke up he decided to climb a tree and see if he could spot anything. He was up there for about fifteen minutes. Before he saw the faintest of smoke trails leading up into the sun. He hopped down off the tree and packed up, it was worth a shot.

He found their lair in a small cave. He saw one of them sharpening it's spear and the other two were eating some creature that was being roasted on a stick over a campfire. It was a similar kind of bird to the one he had had for dinner last night. He was so glad to see them he had been hunting them for so long he could swear that he was developing a beard.

Aberham knew that he was going to enjoy this. He walked (or rather stumbled) out into plain view of them all and slammed his sword into his shield a few times. "HEY YOU BUNCH OF ROTTING STINKING PIGS! YOU WANT MEAT!? COME AND GET SOME!" The Moblins jumped up and grabbed their weapons. Moblins could speak, but these ones were content with savage squealing. The one who was sharpening his spear charged forward, Aberham stopped him cold with a shield bash and slashed him in the face with his sword. The caused it to cry out and pain and grasp it's now irreparable damaged eye. Aberham knew he could have finished his opponent right there, but like a cat playing with the mouse he wold wait for the kill. As the Moblin walked off Aberham caught a whiff of himself, gods he stank.

Once the others arrived they allowed the injured pig to get behind them. The jabbed at Aberham with their spear without purpose until one of them lunged forward with his spear. Aberham swung his sword at the perfect time and broke the wooden spear at its base. The Moglin stood there in shock, he did not know how to respond. Aberham gave him a knuckle sandwich that caused him to go flying back into his injured friend.

Aberham gave them the universal hand signal for come and get me and both the injured and uninjured Moblins armed with spears charged at him, lucking to run him threw! For the healthy one he blocked with his shield and for the unhealthy one he let it sail past him and get his spear stuck in a tree. Aberham reached forward past the defences of the uninjured Moblin, then he cut low into his leg muscle. He was walking with a limp now.

The Moblin with one eye wrenched his weapon out of the free and jabbed it into Aberhams back, he hit a metal plate directly however, and his attack recoiled. Aberham spun around and slashed him in the arm. Causing another cry of pain to go over Hyrule fields. The unarmed Moglin retrieved a wooden club from the cave and rushed at Aberham. Aberham responded with a rush of his own, he could feel his heart pounding with endorphin's and he absolutely loved it!

The Moblin brought its club down on Aberhams shield, it bounced off harmlessly and Aberham kept up his charge. He slammed his shield into the pig man and took him all the way into the camp fire. He had a madman smile hidden from the world behind his helm. Once the pig was flailing inside he started to butcher him with his word. Slashing at arteries and key places before he finished him with a strike to the heart.

When he pulled out his sword the other two Moblins looked disheartened, and terrified. He took his now bloodied sword by the middle with an armored hand and advanced back to them, he was using a technique known as half swording, where he gripped the blade for much more control and power. He went for the most injured Moblin who was missing an eye, it was a proud beast however and ran at him with his spear. When the weapon came to him it was much weaker then it could have been. The arm wielding it was injured. It bounced off his armor and Aberham drove his sword right into his chest. This took the pig on the ground, after that he keeled on top of him, stabbing him in the sides painfully. "HOW DO YOU LIKE IT YOU BRUTE! WHAT? HAVE YOU HAD ENOUGH!?" The Moblin died before he was done and after the last display of brutality the final Moglin turned to run.

"No nonononono!" Said Aberham who caught up to him easily as he was limping. He grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and threw him to the floor. He got down on one knee next to him and put his sword up against its neck. He said just a few short words before he ended its life.

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